The Unwanted Biscuit

And then comes the joy of tea-time,
The wonder of it, or so it seems,
A chance to settle down, relax,
And munch on bourbons and custard creams.
But wait, what lies in the biscuit tin,
A biscuit left unwanted, tossed aside,
It lies on the bottom, in the dark corner,
As if it was trying to hide.
It would watch from the shadows,
And see its brothers arrive and depart,
They would all go. From that chocolate
digestive to that lemon cream tart.
There was nothing wrong with it,
Until you went in for a closer peek,
After investigation, you would discover,
That it is the same biscuit from last week.
The next day, the tin is opened again,
Along the bottom, lie the biscuits gone by,
But in the corner sits the unwanted biscuit,
Why won't it disappear? Why? Why?!?
The biscuit longs for rescue,
But it knows now it is too late,
To lie at the bottom of the tin,
Is the unwanted biscuit's fate.